The true story of a military unit trying to find their way home.

Day 1

I don’t remember what happened exactly. There was a storm. We had to evacuate and ditch. Turner and I woke up here. I don’t know where the others are. We only have what we had on us, which is not much. We did have a storage chest on board but there’s no sign of that either.
We’re going to survey the area and try and get some bearing on where we’ve ended up.

We are in a forest, but it’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before. The flora looks familiar but somehow bigger. Significantly bigger. I can barely see the tops of the trees. The tree trunks are the size of a house and the leaves dwarf us.
It doesn’t make sense.

Taylor and Peak were pleased to see one another, and I was pleased to have The Unit back together.
After a brief catch up and discussion about where we have ended up, we sorted through the storage chest to establish exactly what tools we had with us.

The forest is alive with sounds - familiar and unfamiliar. We hear things moving and we catch the odd glimpse of a shadow in the distance, or in the treetops. Don’t know if they’re hostile. We also don’t know if our guns will be of any use here.

The giant rabbit and the marginally smaller dog were friendly.
They told us to continue on the path we were on and we would find the way out.
They made mention of a gruelling ascent up a steep rock incline. This was our exit out of the forest.

Nothing about where we are makes sense. I am writing this journal as a way of documenting our extraordinary experience so that others may believe our story; if we find a way home.

We were visited in the night by some form of alien being dressed a bit like a cowboy. A space cowboy.
He said there were many challenges ahead. Our journey would be hazardous and we were unlikely to survive, let alone find a way home.
He said that we should give up now.
He then disappeared into a bright light.